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Immediately after that, Song Qing didn't say anything more; he just stared at Liu Xiang.

That face was truly beautiful, but it was just too cold.

From the moment we met until now, this woman seems to always have this unapproachable demeanor, with very few emotional fluctuations.

Song Qing suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"Smile."

Liu Xiang was stunned for a moment.

She couldn't keep up with Song Qing's leaps of thought at all.

Two seconds later.

Liu Xiang forced a smile that met the standard but lacked warmth.

Looking at that smile, Song Qing sighed.

It's always like this.

Liu Xiang is an extremely indifferent person.

Or rather, she was born without the ability to feel joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

All her usual compliance, including this mechanical smile now, is just a forced pretense to please him.

Song Qing leaned back in his chair, looked at Liu Xiang's beautiful face, and waved his hand.

"Alright, alright, stop laughing."

"It gave me a chill."

Liu Xiang withdrew her smile, and her expression returned to calm.

She tilted her head.

"Do I look like I'm smiling terribly?"

Song Qing shook his head and said helplessly.

"No, it's just that your smile doesn't look natural at all."

"It was all squeezed out."

As he spoke, he leaned forward, stared into Liu Xiang's eyes, and asked a serious question.

"I've never asked you before, Liu Xiang, do you really have no feelings at all?"

"You really can't feel any joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness at all?"

Upon hearing this question, Liu Xiang thought about it seriously.

After a few seconds, she pointed into the distance.

"some."

Song Qing looked in the direction the finger was pointing.

Elavina was squatting in front of a mutated pothos plant with her butt sticking out, her hands restlessly tugging at the leaves, and she was muttering something under her breath.

Liu Xiang's voice came over calmly.

"For example, if Elavina wants to eat my plants, I'll get angry."

Hearing this from a distance, Elavina immediately stood up.

She tugged at the fabric at her chest, pouting defiantly.

"I...I didn't want to eat it!"

"Don't look at me like that, or... I won't be friends with you anymore."

Liu Xiang ignored her and immediately looked away.

Watching the interaction between the two, Song Qing opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she swallowed her words back.

The way these two interact is quite bizarre.

Just then, the doorbell of the coffee shop rang.

Then a woman walked in.

The woman was tall, probably over 1.7 meters.

She was wearing a trench coat, suit pants, and high heels.

She wore glasses, her hair was tied up at the back of her head, and she exuded a very cool and stylish aura.

She's definitely over 89 points in looks; she'd probably look even better without her glasses.

After the woman entered the room, she looked around and spotted Liu Xiang.

Then, she smiled, waved to Liu Xiang, and said.

"Boss Liu, where did you go today?"

"I came over earlier and saw that the door was closed. I thought you were closed today."

As she spoke, the woman pulled out a chair and sat down.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiang gave a standard business smile.

Yes, it's business.

"I just went out to take care of some errands."

"Is Miss Chen still the same as before?"

The woman smiled and nodded, then took out her phone.

"Okay, the usual, a cappuccino, please."

Liu Xiang responded and turned to walk towards the coffee machine.

The woman scanned the QR code on the corner of the table.

Then I paid 40 points.

After doing all that, the woman smiled and said to the bar.

"Boss, I've scanned your points."

Liu Xiang, who was grinding flour, didn't even turn her head, but simply responded.

"Yes, I received it."

At this moment, the woman leaned back in her chair, looking utterly bored.

Her gaze swept aimlessly across the store.

She frequents this shop and knows its layout by heart.

Her gaze settled on a table diagonally opposite her.

There was a man sitting there.

The moment her gaze fell upon the man.

The woman froze.

Her previously languid sitting posture instantly tensed up at that moment.

He was an extremely eye-catching man.

The man had a head of slightly parted, choppy hair.

That face had sharp angles and delicate features.

Most importantly, those deep blue eyes are so captivating.

He just sat there quietly, holding an iced Americano, and his demeanor was simply amazing.

The woman's breathing began to become heavy.

She stared at Song Qing's profile and swallowed hard.

The woman's eyes slowly turned red, not the kind of red from grievance.

It's not so much arousal, but rather a state of extreme congestion.

Her eyes changed completely.

If she was a typical urban white-collar worker just a moment ago, she's now practically a madwoman.

That look in his eyes was direct, greedy, and undisguised.

Song Qing was holding a cup, just bringing her iced Americano to her lips.

Then I noticed that burning gaze.

Song Qing's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

He turned around, puzzled, and met the woman's gaze.

Song Qing's hand, holding the cup, froze in mid-air.

He admitted that the woman was indeed good-looking, had a good figure, and possessed an outstanding temperament.

However, that look in his eyes was truly hard to describe.

It was the kind of look that seemed to say, "I wish I could strip him naked on the spot and execute him right there."

Song Qing had been stared at by women before.

With his looks, he's the center of attention wherever he goes.

But the women he met were more or less reserved or at least tried to hide it.

Even if they have ideas, they will still take a step-by-step approach.

But this woman in front of me.

Absolutely not.

She practically had "I want to sleep with you" written all over her forehead.

To be honest, Song Qing has seen all sorts of situations.

But this was the first time he had ever been stared at so intently by a complete stranger.

It made him feel somewhat... awkward.

The two stared at each other for two seconds, separated by a few tables.

The woman felt no shame at all for being caught peeping.

in contrast.

The light in her eyes shone even brighter.

next second.

The woman stood up abruptly from the chair.

Wearing high heels, she walked straight toward Song Qing's table.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor was particularly clear in the quiet coffee shop.

The woman walked up to Song Qing and sat down without any hesitation.

Song Qing raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

He took another sip of his iced Americano without making a sound.

In this situation, coupled with the woman's unwavering gaze,...

A ridiculous thought suddenly popped into Song Qing's mind.

This feels like a pre-apocalyptic blind date, but with the woman being extremely proactive.

The woman sat opposite Song Qing, her eyes never leaving his face.

She raised her hand, took off her glasses from the bridge of her nose, and casually placed them on the table.